Born with a silver spoon in your mouth
Into a corporate world you thrived on controlling.
Unheeding of those suffering below the plate.
Sending the Turks to do your dirty work.
Uncaring about all but yourself.
For every one person who was worshipping you
Two people were plotting to destroy you.
You unceasingly sucked the lifeblood from the planet
To power a massive, lumbering dinosaur of a city.
Prompting first terrorist actions, then your father's murder
By a silver-haired legend now completely insane,
Due to secrets your company was responsible for hiding
Ina greedy attempt to control vast monetary sums.
And yet you still cared only about the clinking of gil.
(Or perhaps getting Heidegger to stop that damned laugh.)
You searched for the Promised Land, tried later to execute AVALANCHE
Moved a cannon to Midgar attempting to get to Sephiroth.
But Diamond Weapon tragically cut your life short
By firing missiles at your office up high.
You stood to bravely face the deadly onslaught.
Will anybody at all be mourning you?
Will your name be cursed for generations to come?
Only time will tell, Rufus Shinra...